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[Master P]
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My potna gave me $50, put me in the game,
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I been slangin weed then I moved up to cane
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Pushin dem bouldas, slangin dem quarters,
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I got em 2 for 3, god dammit, I'm a balla!
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Pushin in weight, from state to state,
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Niggaz ridin dirty, on my mobile phone, it's U.G.K.
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Pimp C said, "P, what's really goin on?"
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I said what's really happenin, he said, "I gotta pocket full of stones!"
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Now P be dat new kid on the block
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36 O-Z's choppin up rocks in my rock shop
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And label me a drug deala, just anotha hard nigga,
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Rest in peace to 2Pac, and the rest of ya'll thug niggas.
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Playaz hookin up, tryin to make work,
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Sendin work from FedEx to UPS trucks
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Now P livin lavish, caviar and cabbage
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peppers and beans, and grits and cabbage
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Down South hustlin, ballin, slangin
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Niggaz teamin up, some niggaz gangbangin
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Used to drink 40s, now it's mowhet
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Used to roll cutlass, now it's benzes and vets
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?Becketts? on my fingaz, Rolex watches,
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Hoes on the block, bounce that azz, I mean pussy poppin
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Label me an alien, just like Outkast
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Cause I made my money from the ghetto and I did it fast
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Cause I'm bout it, ya'll know I'm rowdy,
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Ask Big Mo and John Henry if ya'll doubt it
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Hooked up with 8-ball and MJG
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Cause we tryin to get a meal ticket from these streets
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Chorus: Tryin to get a meal ticket (8X)
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[8-ball]
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8-ball and MJG, southside representin, a nigga came to mention,
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These hoes can't touch my pimpin
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Mobbin through the swamp, P and me and G and U.G.K.
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?Hustlin? as a muthafucka, fuck what these hoes say!
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[MJG]
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Cause we each be lookin for meal tickets, witches, drivin me crazy
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Lady, can I claim yo baby, honey call me the ?shady?, maybe
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Construct the thinkin, we're turnin' to duckies bankin'
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No laws somebody save me a slice of meat up in my grave
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[8-ball]
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Captain Save Em, pay em, before you get to lay em
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Got a real nigga's job, so damn hard tryin to play em
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Weigh em, no weigh me, cause that's what they gon pay me
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Pimpin ain't dead baby, just ask MJG
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[MJG]
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Who be I? MJG, he be me!
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But if I was he, and you was I, who would you see?
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One of us ??? when ya hungry, I do it only
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Pertainin bustas, fakes, and phonies,
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About that money, where my ticket?
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Chorus (8X)
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[Pimp C]
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Cocaine lady, white lady sellin good
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I'm leanin' on the leather, and I'm grippin on the wood.
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I'm feelin on the ??? ballin in the ?slant back?
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I'm Pimp C, bitch and Tree, us niggaz roll Cadillac
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Bad ass bitches can't leave my dick alone,
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I done bout me a key and changed my name to James Jones
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Pimpin ain't dead, ya heard what I said,
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How the fuck is pimpin dead when bitches still givin me head?
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Lickin my ass if ??? be the deala
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[??? (other dude from U.G.K.)]
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Suck the nut up out a ??? bucket slow down suave nigga,
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Now bitch I be the prison pushin' everything, a 4 for 4 doors, king of the
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quarters
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Fuckin with nothin but queens and they daughters
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Get cleansed, weeded, and watered, I flow like a Asian, Malaysian
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Saudi Arabian, African I be blazin'
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In the Golden Gate, swish it out, holdin weight, I hits the block, I'm
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rollin bait, Them fiends come out, they know they got to ?stole the case?
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I motivate, fiends, dealas, ballas, hatas, shops and boppas,
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Jekll and Hyde, Bonnie and Clyde, and niggaz that ride with glocks and choppas
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Where we out?
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Chorus and fade
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Meal Ticket
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| Master P w/ 8-ball and MJG, U. |
